My name is Tommy Wilson. People laugh at me because i'm englsih. Everyone at my job is all american. So they pretty much say screw the england dude, lets just keep the asain, blacks and mexicans. I say screw them, because they are not the only ones alive. I am. An d non of them should be laughing because about ten of the thirty workers will die in the next day. Because I live in the way of the asssasssin...
DAY 1
I'm working on a project about the human body. I'm trying to learn the weakest spot in the body so every kill I make will be clean and quick. So far I think the closest parts are the throat and the heart. Hmmm. Perhaphs I have already found the answers I should test them on some one. So I guess this is the end of my journal entry...
Tommy walks outside. "Oh. It sure is pretty out here today." He sighned. " Time for another miserbal day at work."He looks to the the side and sees a little girl crying at the edge of the streets. So he decides to check on the girl. " You allright?" He asks her. She looks up and nods her head. She reaches in her pockets and pulls out a pistol. "You were about to blow they're fucking brains out were you?" Tommy looks at her surprised. She kicks him in the private section. He closes his eyes in pain. ""Damn! Whats wrong with you? You cant have guns. Your so young!" He pauses. " How did you know about my upcoming assassination?" She looks at him in disguist. She shakes her head. " You sure ask a lot of questions. Listen. If you kill anyone at your job tonight, something bad will happen."